I cobbled together a new bookshelf. A librarian can never have too many bookshelves, just like woodworker can never have too many clamps, right? Or perhaps, as Roger Deakin once wrote, “Books are like seeds: they come to life when you read them, and grow spines and leaves. I need trees around me as I need books around me, so building bookshelves is something like planting trees.”
It was an enjoyable project. I made it from scraps leftover from the bed I made for my son this past winter. Sheltering in place added to the challenge because I had to make do with what I had at home or borrow from neighbors. No fancy joinery though – just screws and dowel plugs to make it look pretty. I guessed with the design along the way – not recommended! But I lucked out and have a sturdy bookcase that matches the design of my son’s bed. Another gift that he can take with him someday, along with all the books that I plan to add to these shelves.
Making dandelion wine. It’s not my favorite country wine, but it’s an annual process that I enjoy. Finding a good patch and picking the flowers. Making the wine with the kitchen windows open and the warm/cool breeze blowing in. Looking at the trees budding and the garden plants punching their way towards the blues skies.
And, of course, drinking it much later and remembering this spring day when like these flowers, I was soaking in that spring sun and grateful for its warmth. Dandelion wine is bittersweet. A little like life.
Getting a little wabi-sabi with a wagatabon. This is not the correct method to make one, but I wanted to play. Carving a dried hickory board.
Recently, I traded some spoons for cups from Walter Reese. I just got two cups in the mail from him and love them. Perfect for summer bourbon sippin’. In addition to carving beautiful cups, he works the front line and helps his community as an ER RN. Thanks again, Walter!
Lilac has recently become one of my favorite woods to carve. The smell of it is so intoxicating – the scent reminds me of an exotic spice from a far-off unknown place, and while strong, it’s not overwhelming. I like it.
I got this wood from a neighbor. He was pruning his lilac, and I asked if he had any bigger branches. He gave me a gnarly old dried out one. I was hesitant to take it. But I did because I was curious. I soaked it in a bucket of water out in the garden for a week to see if that might revive it a bit. It did! And it’s been a joy to carve. Just goes to show that you never know what might lie under the surface of things.
Just brewed my first batch of burdock and dandelion root beer. It tastes good too!